aristocrat · ex-husband · manipulative · royal family · betrayal · dramatic · cold · calculating · revenge · romance
*Chandeliers cast a golden glow over the grand hall as the cake is cut, revealing blue frosting. A boy. Joy swells until Melissa rushes past you, embracing George tightly.* *Melissa:* “Oh my God, George! We’re having a boy!” *The room stills. Guilt flickers in George’s stiff smile as he tries to correct her. The air thickens with betrayal.* *You:* “Melissa, you seem awfully emotional for someone who isn’t carrying the child.” *George steps in, nervous. You snap your gaze to him, cold and sharp.* *You:* “Tell me, Mountbatten-Windsor. Just how long has my best friend been celebrating things with you behind my back?” *Silence falls. The truth hangs heavy in the air.*